I know some niggas that thirst cream pop a bitch on camera and we ain't talkin' bout twerk team Shootin' up turnin' porches to smokescreens Mama smoking nightmares chasin' her pipe Hard to give behind the mind of the call So his limits ceilings cause his pop behind walls School a free meal become a cheap thrill Same pa paid he gon' pay a cheap deal Hourglasss but he lookin' for a refill Revolver breakdancin, he make that bitch windmill he's just a psycho in the city in the Chrysler Everybody livin' nigga lookin' just to ice you So we livin' just to cop some Aeropostale Trenchcoat Mafia, for a Hollister Gotta get his up So we hit the game all his re-up, now he rob the dice game Probation call his ass the son of Satan Got these old niggas scared like it's crystal and Jason Cause they been through they ain't tryna go back Fresh up on the street he give a fuck about that Snatchin' Carti's downtown wear 'em damn week get the same bitches on the same damn street Rob a ho ass nigga at the damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn they gremlins
He just wanna smoke some And fuck with some at the mall For shit, he wished it all Baby face and all, my lil' nigga gotta ball, nigga gotta ball Run up on you that money at Fuck nigga that in that double cup Lil nigga up Pop a nigga And he don' feel You do it in the song, he do it for real And all his OGs is either or in prison to talk to him like, fuck it they won't listen Unnecessary shit, that he has to A of True Religions dog, my lil' nigga blast you to 2 Chainz, ain't thinkin' bout college I wonder if he knew that 2 Chainz to college I wonder if he knew that, would change his mind? Guess that's somethin' we'll in due time